Dear Furkids...

Dear Furkids,

This is an apology letter from your human.  I wanted to let you know how sorry I am that Scott and I had to work late today.  So late in fact that I felt the need to rearrange the office to accommodate you.  I am sorry that we had to leave you for so long.

Secondly, thank you for making me aware of the insides of an expensive dog bed.  I must say that for the first time in  my life I realized just how much stuffing they fit into those things.  I didn't know that a small 2 foot by 2 foot dog bed could create the largest amount of blue fuzz known to man.  Thank you for making me so aware.

I also want to apologize to you in advance for not purchasing another dog bed.  I hope you understand why you must now sleep on the cold, hard wood floors.  You see, dog beds are expensive.  And beyond the money issue, they are apparently full of an insane amount of blue fuzz.  I am no longer willing to own one of those items.  I apologize for your inconvenience.

I am sorry that I expected you to be more like "Lassie".  Thank you for reminding me that you are more like "Marley".  I appreciate your honesty.  Next time we have an honest moment I would like to make a request.  Please leave out the blue fuzz!

Love,
Your human, Elizabeth

P.S.  Thank you for attempting to look guilty while I was the one who neglected to be home on time.  I appreciate your efforts.

Three sisters. Three last names.

Remember this post?

And now I give you my second fabulous excuse for not blogging:

 

Congratulations to Carrie Rae Shelburne Thornton!

Three Shelburne sisters.  Three last names.

Two states.  Two weddings.  Two husbands.

One year.  One fantastic family!  One camera full of sweet memories.

Oh sweet blog...I've neglected you so!

I have not been blogging.  It's my husband's fault.  Really.  It is.

You see he likes to lay around.  A LOT.  A whole lotta lot actually.  His job is fast paced and busy so when the evenings and weekends hit - he's quite the couch rock potato.

  And then there's this sweet warm husband just laying there.  And he's just laying there with a puppy or two and I'm just not gonna go anywhere near that icy cold and lonely computer room.

So, I've got excuses.  A lot of them too I just might add.

But I am here.  For the 5 readers or so that I have I am here.  I will update.  I promise I will.  So please quit calling me.  (Actually, you've texted, but it just doesn't whine like a call, so I thought I would take a creative liberty and just say that...ahem...)  And if you didn't call to complain that I am neglecting you and your reading time, I know you meant to.

So I'm back sweet blog.  And I have things to say  type!  Later though.  There's this husband.  And this comfy couch.  And a sweet puppy (or three.)

Actually, the dogs are not even allowed on the couch...My inner Martha Stewart and and my inner Caesar Milan are constantly at war with each other.   Is that even normal?!